#diaval intro

[halonicheart]

Late Night Spirits

A/N: The gposes in this post have nothing to do with the fic, I have simply placed them here so that readers know what the characters look like. Diaval (dark purple hair) and Alois (minty hair) are both my ocs that I have been working on behind the scenes and I wanted to share just a slice of their story together for the moment. Also keep in mind Diaval goes by he/they pronouns and you can shove it if there is an issue with that.

Summary: Diaval comes across Alois making cocktails in the middle of the night. The two share a drink over idle chit chat that turns more intimate.

As of late, sleep had become more a foreign concept to Diaval. The stress of recent events slowly began to chip away at their mental fortitude and all that was left now was the skeletal remains. Though, now that they think about it, it was a dubious notion at best to insinuate they were ever entirely mentally sound... He was certainly better off than this. Diaval stares at his now spindly hands, the loss of weight being another result of the onslaught of dreadful occurrences that had befallen the scions. They were constantly on edge, waiting for the next series of head pains, aches and that voice spouting some nonsense of gates, throwing them wide or some such. Diaval would most certainly throw something, a nice brick at whoever this person was, knock them out clean. Oh how he revels at the thought of giving this mysterious menace a piece of his mind, making them pay for all the restless nights Diaval spent sitting in front of a messy vanity, staring at the ever growing bags beneath his eyes. 

A heavy, forlorn sigh escapes their lips as they lightly touch the hollows of their cheeks. They look more ghoulish by the day, they fear. Were it under any other circumstance, it would have been a charming notion but at this current time it was a harsh reminder of how neglectful they had been with their own well being. Diaval became so desperate for sleep at night that he contemplated casting a sleep spell on himself, the dilemma of that is a spell induced sleep is not truly resting the body, rather it was more a dormancy akin to sleep. Aether would not be replenished and there was no guarantee that Diaval would wake up at the proper time, if at all without the help of an outside force. Most nights he would simply lay down, smother his face into the pillow until exhaustion finally hit him, other nights well… were sleepless. This was one such night, concluded as they stood abruptly, nearly tipping over their stool. Diaval grabs a robe that was abandoned on the floor, thick and warm, and throws it on without a hint of grace. Maybe a sip of Spirits will help, might as well take advantage of the rather hefty arsenal of booze that was kept here. 

As they make their way down the dark hallways of The Rising Stones, their ears catch the sound of someone singing. Another restless soul it would seem, it was the first time Diaval heard this songbird, laced with a warm loving cadence as it echoed softly through the halls. It took them by surprise when they finally reached their destination to find none other than Alois, lost in own song as he skillfully put together some kind of cocktail with his eyes closed. Diaval tip toes closer, as to not startle him. They quietly hop onto the bar, waiting for Alois to finish his tune. When the final note trails off, Diaval begins to clap, effectively startling the poor man. “Oh my apologies! Oh I am so sorry I didn’t meant to-” 

Alois immediately hushes Diaval. “No, no it’s quite alright I just uh.. Was too caught up in my own world… it seems. I should be a bit more mindful of my surroundings.” He says as he rubs the back of his neck in embarrassment. “I.. didn’t wake you did I?” He sighs in relief when Diaval shook his head. “Oh thank the Heavens…” Something somber takes over his normally light hearted expression, he gazes into glass before offering it to Diaval instead of taking a swig himself. 

“...oh… thank you… but?” Alois hushes him once more before going back to mixing another drink. Diaval watches him for a beat before taking a hearty sip of a surprisingly sweet drink. “I… didn’t know you could sing.” They say barely above a whisper, they partly wonder if Alois even heard him but the eventual shrug of the man’s shoulders suggests he was most certainly heard. 

“I just prefer to keep it to myself and a very select few if I can help it. I uh, I’m not that great of a singer anyways…” There was a sweet blush painting his cheeks. “Self taught and all, if you could call singing non stop every night since you first learned to speak as such.”  

Diaval chortles softly. “I certainly would… I think you sing quite well, you have quite the talent. Why not quit the scion life and become a bar singer?” It was meant as a light hearted joke, but the harsh grimace Alois’ face tells him it didn’t land. “I-I.. I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to offend!” They were ready to high tail it back to their room with all the mistakes they had been making tonight. 

The other man sighs sadly but offers a reassuring smile nonetheless. “It’s alright. I just.. I don’t like the idea of monetizing hobbies of mine… I fear I would lose interest in them. I’ve only got so many luxuries just for myself.” Alois swirls his now finished cocktail. What takes Diaval by surprise is the way he nearly chugs back the entirety of it. 

“Is mixology another hobby of yours…?” Diaval says as they try not to openly stare at Alois’ bobbing Adam's apple. “A man of many secrets you are…” Terribly humble as well. 

Alois places the nearly empty glass to the side before shrugging once more. “Recently took it up… still a bit rusty but this concoction is likely the best thus far… although it is a touch tangy.” That much didn’t bother Diaval, they preferred their drinks sweet over strong. “Enough about my hobbies for now, what’s keeping you up? I don’t mind lending an ear.” It was painfully obvious Alois didn’t like talking about himself for prolonged periods of time. For as long as Diaval has known him now, it has become startlingly apparent that they don’t know entirely much about him. A shame really, the two of them get on rather well or at least he thinks they do. It would be nice if he could open up to them just a little more… 

“Likely similar reasons to yours… down one too many scions… disembodied voice calling out to me and the others… existential dread… the fear I will never be rid of these dark circles… as you do…” They hoped that the last bit was more lighthearted than it sounded. “... fear of…” They rub their thighs together, wondering if they should really say what’s truly been eating at them the most. With another sip, Diaval throws caution to the wind and looks over at Alois as a deep frown pulls at the corners of his lips. “.. of being left behind…” 

This clearly took Alois by surprise. He hops onto the bar right next to Diaval with a worried look on his face. “Left behind…?” 

They nod once. “Yes.” They had known the others for some time now but they only truly joined the fray not too terribly long ago, there was still much that happened when they were not around and no one seemed keen on sharing the details. It wasn’t as if he was going to demand the others give him every last miniscule detail, they all had a right to privacy but it bothered him deeply when it felt as though pertinent information was being kept from him… as if he didn’t belong. “Mayhap if I had that silly little echo nonsense I would feel more… secure?” Diaval knew that would change little, more so when there were several amongst their ranks who were very much Echoless and seemed to belong more than he did. “It’s… hard to articulate the feeling properly. The more that happens the more I feel myself drifting somewhere far from everyone else… they all went through so much together… So where does that place me?” They know they all care for him, but they can’t shake the feeling of being an inadequate ‘hero’ of Eorzea. “I worry I’ll find myself alone… in a sense… while the others are off somewhere I can’t quite reach.” He abandons the last bit of his drink, placing the glass somewhere out of sight so he can wring his hands. 

Alois wanted to give him some kind of proper encouragement but he came up empty. Sadly, he can relate to the sentiment. Make no mistake, he knows he is a capable enough person but he’s also aware enough to know that he is not as capable as the heroes of Eorzea, and moreover, The Warriors of Light. They all played a role, even Alois and Diaval, and it is no small role… but the credit and praise will sooner fall on the more known faces than it would each either of them. It was not as if either of them were in this for fame or glory, but the recognition would be nice all the same. Something tangible to solidify they did belong amongst this band of fools trying their damndest to fight for a better tomorrow. Still, he can’t just leave Diaval to stew in his misery. “You… you won’t be alone.” He starts off a bit stiff but clears his throat with a renewed sense of bravado. “To tell you the truth I… I feel the same at times… so should you ever find yourself drifting… I’ll be drifting with you so you won’t be alone. Neither of us will be alone.” Alois’ smile is so painfully tender it makes Diaval’s heart surge into his throat.

“... how cheesy is that…” Diaval tries not to laugh too hard when Alois makes an odd strangled noise and blushes. “... thank you…” He smiles back at the man. The two stare at each other quietly for much longer than Diaval would have liked. While the smile never left Alois’ lips, Diaval started to switch and squirm under his gaze. “Don’t-!” They turn away, hiding behind their hands. “Don’t stare at me like that… especially when I haven’t done my makeup!” 

Without missing a beat, or reading the room, Alois pipes up. “You’re still so pretty though!” He leans in a bit closer causing Diaval to panic a little. “Really! With or Without you’re lovely!” 

“That’s not-!” Diaval turns to hiss at Alois, not realizing just how close he is and nearly bumps their noses together. The words die on their tongue, a strange pitched noise coming from his sealed lips. Something stormy behind to brew in Alois’ eyes, they seemed to glaze over just a touch. When it became too much for him to bear, Diaval lightly shoves him by the shoulder. After a mumbled apology from the man, Diaval speaks with a shaky voice. “Flattering… as that is… I’m afraid that this… lovely… face is looking more cadaverous by the second. I worry one day I’ll look into the mirror to see a specter… Ah-! Speaking of-!” They blindly reach for their glass, sip the remaining liquid and smile. “Thank you for the drink… and for your support…” 

Alois being ever the humble man insists it was nothing, his pleasure even. “I meant what I said… it wasn’t some passing whim. If you really do find yourself left behind… I’ll always be around.” He says with another storm behind his tender gaze. 

Diaval gulps before hopping off the bar. “I believe you!” He says nervously. “I should.. I best head back to bed… attempt to get some kind of rest…” They scurry just a bit aways, nearly tripping on their robes.

“Careful! We can’t have you getting yourself hurt now!” Alois says as he slides off and turns to clean up the mess he left behind. “Sweet Dreams… Diaval.” He throws one last smile over his shoulder before focusing back on cleaning. 

Diaval stands there like a gaping fool, staring at the wide expanse of Alois’ back as he works in almost silence. If they listened carefully, they could hear the softest hum of the same tune from before. They think over how Alois admitted he feels the same, how he opened up just a little more of his heart. Diaval is aware Alois can be a bit much, yet with all his almost silly faults… he was a good man. “... Alois…” He calls out to him. The man gives out a louder hum. Diaval doesn’t say anything at first. They find themselves standing right behind the man. “... if.. If I can’t sleep… Could we share another drink together? Mayhap… even a song or two…” 

Alois gives a throaty laugh as he wipes down a glass. “I would be more than happy to.” He was about to turn towards Diaval, but he nearly drops the now spotless glass as he feels the others wrap their arms around him, he can feel when Diaval just slightly nuzzles their face into his back. Looking over shoulder, he can see the other’s eyes are closed. Had Diaval remained quiet for just a moment longer, Alois would have lost himself counting the curls and waves in their hair where it was usually braided. He nearly missed the softest Thank you from them. “... anytime…” Diaval wordlessly lets go, sparing no glance as he scuttles off towards his quarters, leaving Alois to stare after him and stew on this feeling bubbling warmth into his chest. 

[diavalcorbeau]

Diaval Corbeau was just spotted coming out from the tree near Thoresby house, with Cage the Elephant, Ain’t no Rest for the Wicked; playing as a constant tune inside their head, it might as well be their song. easily noticed by their sharp smirk just waiting to surface, scrutinizing eyes trailing and nearly silent steps. Diava is not one to be forgotten.

Name: Diaval Corbeau Age: 23 DoB: April 11th Pronouns: He/him Sexuality: Vastly questionable/apparently raging pansexual Distinguishing features: Several tattoos, scars across his ribs left side, tends to squint his left eye to focus it from an old injury.  Hometown: None, was born in the Boston area though.  Studying: General law (2nd year) Housed: Thoresby 

+quick-witted +observant +loyal +adaptive -Vain -sneaky -sarcastic -unpredictable

Diaval is a creature of chaos, or so he's been told. His very birth an ill-planned result of happenstance, his place in an already strained family not a welcome addition. And starting out on shaky ground it's little wonder he depends on little else but himself. When the ones biology itself encouraged to look after you always had their own agenda how does a person ever learn to have faith in anyone? Once there was a little girl who was kind to him, she was an almost-friend, but that was a lifetime ago.

He's no tragedy though, and will tell anyone that in no uncertain terms; he's a creature of his own design. A gorgeous design, all in all, brilliant and with such sharp claws. Sharp tongue too, if you ruffle his feathers. If you make the mistake of asking why he's so blunt, didn't his parents ever teach him any manners? He'll laugh because that's not what parents teach; they teach you to lie, steal, cheat, they teach you to survive so they don't feel guilty walking away. 

Find him admiring himself in the mirror, sure, but mention it and he'll snap back with a sarcastic remark, you're better off just leaving him to his own devices. Unless something comes up missing, or you might need something a bit questionable because Diaval has an eye for shiny things. 

His soft side is trapped fluttering in the cage of his ribs; never cross him or the few he nests with. He's a possessive one, with his trinkets and his people, and every underdog recognizes their own. Love him or hate him, it makes no difference, but don't ever lie to him about it; nothing earns his torment more than false intentions. 

Once upon a time he wanted to be more than he thinks he is now. He stares at the raven tattoo across his shoulder and wishes freedom came that easily. He might just envy the people whose family speak of them with kind words, or even at all, those with siblings still alive and homes to return to. But it's fine, he's fine, in fact he's better than fine. Because he doesn't need any of that. Diaval grew up too fast and was far too old for fairytales long before he was alone in the world. 

History

Death tw, child abandonment tw, child neglect tw

The world is a strange place when you live on borrowed time. It's not any looming grim visage that Diaval knows lurks though, simply the past; because he has always been the master of his own destruction.

It didn't start that way. But when a person is born into nothing, meant to be nothing, how can they reach beyond it? His mother and father already had a brood of two when he arrived, he was a mistake. But a mistake with big eyes and a sweet smile, a beautiful child. The perfect distraction really. When the family legacy was grifting it only took some creative thought to turn a mistake into a profit; who could say no to an innocent little boy when he was lost? Couldn't find his mommy?

He was taught to lie, to lure, long before he learned to read. Because his mother couldn't curb her want for a drink other than when she had a child on the way and his father had wild ambitions of great wealth that he was certainly going to take more than earn and a weakness for gambling. For all the early years he never knew anything else existed. It was fun, never staying anywhere long, living in hotels and cars; it was an adventure.

The shine wore off as he reached his youth, when the teachers he saw for classes a few weeks until they moved on stopped bothering to keep track of him. While his peers, never friends because friends lasted longer than a month, played games and talked about their excitement over upcoming holidays Diaval loathed the coming cold and sparse days it brought. He'd go to bed hungry often and he knew that. His little sister was born in the winter, that was the nearest to ever feeling like Christmas he knew.

It was a few summers later that his elder sister left the nest, an old family saying for the truth that the family went on without her. Some little town in the middle of nowhere was the home she picked, and he never spoke to her again. The next year his mother and father disappeared in the early morning hours, only a note left behind and a trio of their puzzled offspring. Sometimes he still hopes things turned out better for them than it did him.

His older brother was realistic, having both a teenager and a toddler in tow made life more difficult. But it was all any of them had left, all he had left; big brother Dainial and little Maeve.

They came to an unspoken agreement. Diaval stepped in and turned a blind eye to his brother's increasingly risky actions; Maeve became his focus. He likes to think he did well enough keeping her happy, teaching her what he could, watching her grow with an increasing amount of pride. Then one day Dainial didn't come back to the hotel, one day another life ended and two left behind never said goodbye, one day Diaval was seventeen with a six-year-old looking at him like he knew all the answers.

He spent their last day together visiting her favorite places, bought her everything he could, then he left her standing in a hospital waiting room with the promise of the best surprise ever. He hopes it was, he hopes people were kind and the family she found was enough to forget the one she began with.

The years afterward Diaval survived, just as he was taught. It was the only gift his parents had ever really given him. He thrived, actually, but it wasn't a lifestyle made to last. Tiny crimes built up, small arrests began to trail him from state to state. The irony that the breaking point was in the crime he didn't commit is a bitter one. The shock that followed came just as swiftly in the form of an uncle he never heard mention of. Some rich guy related to his father that managed to track him down by police records? Diaval didn't really buy it but the alternative was much more abysmal, so being bailed out? It could have been worse.

Except he didn't think the guy was going to toss him into some high-class, preppy university and expect that to make up for the family's blind eye all those years. It's by no means ideal, Diaval knows his uncle's good graces are more a threat than an offer of help; make something of himself or he'll call off the lawyers working on his pending trial. Shape up or be locked up. He's not sure what the guy's angle is yet but college is still marginally better, while it lasts.

He's already a ghost, chains wrapped tight and just waiting for the lock to shut. But how is that anything different than what it's always been, his wings have always been snared but they're certainly not clipped yet.

Sherwood

Diaval doesn't want to be at Sherwood. But he wants less to end up on the bad side of the uncle who gave him the ultimatum of school or airing his transgressions. Birds don't do so well in a cage; he'll take classes to prison any day. Mostly. 

Since he has to study, and he enjoys the irony of it, he's studying law. At least until his uncle finally gives him up for a lost cause. Might as well know how the other side lives, right? Those lawful, useful sorts; it must be dull.  So he drifts through class, far too smart to fail but far too bored to put up more effort than needed to get by. He could excel but what's the point? It all ends up the same place in the end, an education isn't going to change his past. And that always catches up. 

But he's a common sight in the social spots, networking, because everyone knows if there's something you need to get your hands on? Diaval is the one to go to. 

He resides in Thoresby, again thanks to his uncle, but it suits him just fine. Some of his housemates aren't the brightest crayons in the box so they're fun to get stirred up. But it's all harmless, usually

Headcanons

Diaval would be a loner if he wasn't so determined to prove he's not limited to any label. He settles himself right in the middle of any situation that catches his eye and makes himself at home. If there's a bigger dog in the fight? He's got teeth. But, honestly, for the most part he feels like life is just going through the motions anymore. When it comes to most people he's hardly malicious. Snarky? Without a doubt. But he's rarely out for blood without a reason. 

Maybe it was his upbringing but he's not a fan of the dorms. He has a bed and his collection of trinkets lying around, his stash of possessions that is in constant change, but Diaval is rarely there at night. He might hop to whomever might hold his interest and invite himself along to their room for the evening, in either a platonic sort of way or not depending on his mood, or he might wander outside. He enjoys sleeping in trees, loves that high vantage point on the world.

He never felt much in the way of honest kindness growing up so he covets it more. With his intense amount of confidence he could be a real jerk to those who aren't as bold, but he tends to mother hen them. Maybe they remind him of the little sister he'll never see again, or maybe he just hates the way the world destroys good people. But for all his snapping commentary he'll step in when it's obvious someone isn't fighting fair, he might not care to be involved in most of the foolishness around him but he's not a bully, nor does he like them.

[eternalstrigoii]

Some Thoughts From the Isolation Chamber Of My Living Room:

So Diaval had no excuse not to know something was up when he lost his raven form mid-flight. Homeboy has been with his woman for the last twenty-odd years. Her magic has never just gone out like that before. Unless he whacked his head on the crash landing, there’s no way he wouldn’t have known she’d been seriously hurt.

They also did a lot of “We’re still working on character design” during the “I call for war” Nest Intro. Borra’s armor (the rough one and the smooth one) switch shoulders a couple times. Also “Mom Jungle Fey” goes from hair up + wearing light green to hair down + wearing dark green with 0 explanation. I LOVE the editing screw-ups in this movie (like the time the guards come out of Aurora’s locked room in full armor when they didn’t go in in full armor. Do you mean to tell me there was armor in that armoire? Aurora could’ve just put it on and done a cannonball into the yard, fuck those guys, duck and roll~!)

[strongbrew-hamstery]

#Bliss and the #BlistersMinions look so cozy. I want to snuggle in too! Yesterday while doing some handling I noticed two of my hyena boys, #Banzai and #Shenzi, had perfect little cherries 🍒... And checked #Ed. Well, I got belly shots of almost all the pups during my two week intro photoshoot, but forgot for a couple (Ed and Nebula specifically). I forgot, and had already put them back and felt bad grabbing them again. Everytime I grabbed the ED black with minimal belly markings, he was obviously a boy. Anyways, lol, Ed is a girl. I feel doubly stupid 🤦‍♀️ at 4wks when I split the sexes I always double check anyways (my second litter, I didn't do a double check and thought I was good, when I checked about an hour later I realised I swapped two identical pups who were M/F. Fixed then, learned my lesson and always check). It's really not a huge deal at the end of the day but boy does it make me feel like an idiot. I have no issue sexing baby Syrians, but for whatever reason (baby/pandemic brain?) I just haven't checked as often. Anyways, so we have four girls, Diaval, Nebula, Azula and Ed, and four boys, Kronk, Lonzak, Shenzi and Banzai. 🤷‍♀️ Next litter I'll be doubly sure for belly shots - if I had I would have noticed it eons ago 😂 https://www.instagram.com/p/CCYZTpIFgnC/?igshid=1unjuqncfmru2

[mystockintrade]

Reminiscent RP intro

ALIAS: Taya

AGE: 29

PRONOUNS: she/her/hers

FAVORITE FANDOMS:  Marvel (comics, animation and Cinematic [includes X-Men cinematic] universes), DC (Comics, animation, and Cinematic [Extended] universes),  Disney (animated and live-action [films, and shows]), Harry Potter, Narnia,  Robin Hood BBC, Merlin BBC, The Musketeers BBC,  Galavant, LOTR/Hobbit, Sailor Moon,  Once Upon a Time, Descendants, Xena: Warrior Princess,  Mythology, fantasy.

FAVORITE CANONS: Diaval, Belle, Pocahontas, Danielle Moonstar, Rahne Sinclair, Pietro Maximoff, Wanda Maximoff, Bruce Banner, Darcy Lewis, X-23 (Laura Kinney), Loki, Diana Prince,  Arthur Curry, Cassandra Cain, Luna Lovegood, Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, Hermione Granger, Edmund Pevensie, Lucy Pevensie, Susan Pevensie, Peter Pevensie, Caspian X, Djaq (Robin Hood BBC), Will Scarlet, Allan A Dale, Marian of Knighton, Morgana Le Faye (Pendragon), Gwen, Merlin, Milady De Winter, Athos de la Fere, Porthos du Vallon, Aramais de Herblay, (Charles) D’Artagnan, Princess Isabella Elisabetta Maria Lucia of Valencia, Galavant, Eowyn of Rohan, Arwen, Legolas, Kili, Tauriel, Thorin, Fili, Lady Dis, Sailor Mercury, Sailor Jupiter, Luna,  Ruby Lucas|Red Riding Hood|the Wolf, Emma Swan, Regina Mills|The Evil Queen, Jay son of Jafar, Carlos De Vil, Mal, Evie, Jane, Li Lonnie,  Princess Audrey, Uma, Harry Hook, Gil son of Gaston, Xena, Gabrielle, Eve|Livia, Lila, Ephiny, Autocylus, Aphrodite (XWP/HLJ).  

FAVORITE PLOTS/TROPES: Found Family, “the grumpy one is soft for the sunshine one”, friends to enemies to lovers, enemies to lovers, friends to lovers, Team as family, soulmate-identifying marks, red string of fate, soulmates, redemption arc, Everybody Lives/Nobody Dies AU.  

ABOUT: (optional, feel free to tell us about yourself, share a gif, get creative!) 

 @reminiscentrp

[witchfmiliar-blog]

 intro  post  4  the  birb  boy .     finally ,  you  all  say  with  a  sign  of  relief ,  cosbo  didn’t  pick  up  another  b.atb  character !     shocking  i  know .     &  truly  this  ?   was  an  unexpected  character  for  me  to  pick  up .     i’ve  never  played  di.aval  but  i’ve  always  loved  his  part  in  mal.efic.ent  &  i’m  excited  to  see  how  it  goes !     anyway ,  everyone  this  is  devil  bird  &  under  the  cut  you  can  learn  more  about  him !

 WINGS .     I  NEED  YOU  TO  BE  MY  WINGS .

 diaval  has  a  sharp  nose ,  beady  eyes ,  dark  feathery  hair ,  &  a  laugh  that  sounds  a  bit  like  squawking .     raised  marks  along  his  neck ,  chest ,  &  around  his  eyes  also  suggest  that  his  skin  doesn’t  perhaps  fit  him  right .     &  that  would  be  because  it  probably  doesn’t .     diaval ,  due  to  a  life  debt ,  serves  as  the  raven  familiar  to  maleficent  of  the  moors .     he  preens  under  compliments  &  usually  has  little  to  no  mind  in  saying  what  his  opinions  are  to  most .     despite  this ,  however ,  diaval’s  vanity  is  not  something  grossly  egotistical .     he  is  respectful  when  need  be  &  he  doesn’t  think  himself  above  others ;  he  simply  does  not  think  himself  below  others  either .     he  has  a  good  sense  of  self  worth  &  does  not  allow  others  to  make  him  feel  insignificant .

SHORT INFO CHEAT SHEET !

 everything  i  have  for  diaval  is  based  off  the  storyline  of  the  2014  maleficent  film !     WARNING  IF  YOU  HAVENT  SEEN  THE  2014  MALEFICENT  FILM :  THIS  WILL  CONTAIN  SPOILERS  FOR  THE  ENTIRE  PLOT  OF  THE  FILM !     if  you  play  a  sleeping  beauty  character’s  who’s  backstory  differs  from  the  maleficent  film  then  we  can  discuss  something  ooc  but  generally  i  will  assume  them  from  an  alternate  universe  from  diaval’s .   

 diaval  was  once  no  more  than  a  common  raven .     then  he  was  caught  &  nearly  killed  by  a  farmer  until  maleficent  saved  him  by  transforming  him  into  a  man .     for  saving  his  life ,  diaval  pledged  his  loyalty  &  servitude  to  maleficent .     after  maleficent  cursed  aurora  both  she  &  diaval  realized  quickly  that  the  pixies ,  who  were  sent  to  raise  the  princess  in  the  woods ,  were  incompetent  in  caring  for  a  child  &  that  aurora  would  die  before  the  curse  could  even  take  effect  if  left  alone  with  the  pixies.    therefore  the  two  secretly  cared  for  aurora  from  afar  until  she  finally  met  them  when  she  was  around  14 .     maleficent  &  diaval  both  developed  a  parental  care  for  aurora  overtime  &  maleficent  even  tried  in  vain  to  revoke  her  curse .     when  aurora  eventually  did  fall  under  her  curse ,  despite  diaval  &  maleficent’s  efforts ,  it  was  not  prince  philip’s  kiss  that  awoke  the  princess  but  the  motherly  kiss  on  the  head  from  maleficent .     when  attempting  to  flee  the  castle  with  aurora ,  stealing  her  away  from  her  mad  king  father ,  the  three  of  them  were  confronted  by  king  stefan  &  his  men .     aurora  fled  the  scene  while  maleficent  transformed  diaval  into  a  dragon  &  they  attempted  to  hold  off  the  men .     they  won ,  king  stefan  eventually  falling  to  his  death ,  &  aurora  went  on  to  be  the  queen  of  both  the  moors  &  the  human  kingdom ,  uniting  them ,  &  diaval ,  though  no  longer  needed  as  maleficent’s  wings ,  remained  by  maleficent’s  side  &  would  until  death .

 SUMMARY :

 diaval  was  a  raven  &  maleficent  saved  his  life  from  a  farmer  killing  him  by  turning  him  into  a  man  so  diaval  owes  her  a  life  debt

 bc  the  pixies  were  Not  Smart  with  raising  a  kid ,  diaval  &  maleficent  basically  raised  aurora  from  a  distance  so  she  wouldn’t  die  before  the  curse

 both  diaval  &  maleficent  ended  up  caring  abt  aurora  like  parents

 sadly  she  was  still  cursed  but  maleficent’s  kiss  on  the  forehead  of  true  maternal  love  woke  her

 they  killed  king  stehpen

 diaval  remains  by  maleficent’s  side  &  his  loyalty  to  her  is  never  changing

DETAILS !

 DIAVAL’S  PAST :     there’s  not  much  to  say  about  his  life  before  maleficent .     he  was  a  common  raven  from  ireland  who’s  life  was  no  more  extravagant  than  the  next  though  he  thought  he  was  sometimes .     in  a  foolish  task  of  attempting  to  constantly  irritate  an  angry  human  farmer ,  though ,  diaval’s  life  found  it’s  change .     caught  under  a  net  &  mere  moments  away  from  being  beaten  out  of  his  senses ,  diaval  sure  he  was  going  to  die ,  maleficent’s  magic  took  hold  him .     wings  grew  to  arms ,  talons  to  feet ,  beak  to  nose  &  mouth  &  soon  he  was  standing  as  a  very  confused  man  as  the  farmer  ran  in  fear .     in  exchange  for  saving  his  life ,  diaval  pledged  his  servitude  to  maleficent  &  she  had  him  act  as  her  “wings” ,  flying  to  &  from  king  stefan’s  castle  to  bring  maleficent  information  on  the  king  so  that  she  might  plot  her  revenge  on  him  for  robbing  her  of  her  wings .     becoming  a  human  wasn’t  something  he  was  at  all  fond  of  at  first  but ,  with  his  life  now  in  maleficent’s  debt  &  the  transitions  happening  more  frequently ,  his  human  form  became  nearly  as  comfortable  as  his  raven  form .     maleficent  would  also  turn  him  to  anything  ( wolf ,  horse ,  dragon ,  ect. )  she  possibly  needed ,  however ,  all  his  forms  would  constantly  retain  raven  like  features  within  them .

 DIAVAL’S  FAMILY :    as  a  raven  . . .  he  hasn’t  seen  any  of  his  family  in  years  &  he’s  certain  many  of  them  have  died .     he  hardly  thinks  about  this ,  though ,  as  he’s  more  concerned  about  his  current  family .     the  raven  watched  maleficent  grow  close  &  attached  to  the  young  princess  aurora  &  at  the  same  time  he  also  grew  in  fondness  of  the  girl  in  a  similar  parental  fashion .     often  the  raven  would  be  the  one  to  soothe  the  baby’s  crying  at  night  with  milk  to  drink  &  would  rock  her  crib  until  she  fell  back  asleep .     as  she  aged  he  would  play  with  her  as  she  tried ,  giggling ,  to  catch  the  “pretty  bird” .     he  tried  never  to  think  about  the  curse ,  unless  nagging  maleficent  about  it ,  until  it  was  upon  them .    excitedly  he  had  hoped  prince  philip  would  save  the  girl  but  was  pleasantly  surprised  when  it  was  not  the  prince’s  romantic  kiss  but  maleficent’s  motherly  one  to  aurora’s  forehead  that  woke  the  girl .     he  never  thought  he’d  feel  such  warmth  in  his  heart  from  what  he  saw  that  day .     aurora  was  crowned  after  king  stefan’s  death  from  his  battle  with  maleficent  &  maleficent  regained  her  wings  . . .  his  place  was  pointless  but  he  never  dare  leave  maleficent’s  side  now .     he  truly  cannot  imagine  parting  from  the  fairy  &  aurora  is  a  bright  spot  in  his  heart .     they  are  his  familiy  &  no  raven  could  have  better .     he  truly  thinks  himself  the  luckiest  bird  in  the  world .

 the  point  i’m  taking  from  is  shortly  after  the  end  of  the  film !     the  last  thing  he  remembers  is  soaring  down  to  land  &  nearing  the  ground  as  maleficent  was  waving  her  hand  to  transform   him .     however ,  as  he  transformed  he  assumed  something  went  wrong  as  his  feet  did  not  land  in  the  moors  but  rather  here .

 MISCELLANEOUS HEADCANONS !

 he’s  been  turned  into  a  human  often ,  near  daily ,  &  is  used  to  being  in  that  form  but  he  has  never  remained  in  human  form  for  over  twenty  four  hours .     as  a  raven  he  would  fend  for  himself  with  food  or ,  on  rare  occasions ,  maleficent  or  aurora  would  bring  berries  for  him .     other  than  that ?     he’s  never  eaten  a  meal  as  a  human  &  doesn’t  quite  know  what  to  eat  as  one  but ,  from  raising  aurora ,  he  does  know  the  general  rule  of  what  not  to  eat .     he’s  also  fairly  unaware  of  some  biological  human  functions .     one  example ?     dude  has  never  used  the  bathroom  as  a  human  being  . . .  need  i  say  more ?

 he  misses  flying  beyond  belief .     ties  into  how  he’s  never  been  human  this  long .     he  wouldn’t  miss  being  a  bird  so  much  when  he  was  with  maleficent  simply  for  the  fact  that  he  got  to  spend  time  speaking  with  maleficent  but  by  himself  here  he’s  quite  dreary  being  stuck  on  his  two  feet .

 dude  is  incredibly  enamored  with  maleficent .     he’d  seen  her  with  wings  before  &  thought  her  magnificent .     after  becoming  her  familiar  he  grew  close  to  her  &  learned  that ,  truly ,  she’s  not  as  cold  &  cruel  as  she  likes  to  seem .     she’s  just  been  hurt ,  badly ,  &  she’s  rightfully  angry .     she’s  strong ,  though ,  &  powerful  &  confident  &  while  they  may  bicker  often  diaval  truly  worships  her .     he  cares  for  her  with  his  whole  heart .     her  lack  of  belief ,  or  rather  trust ,  in  true  love  does  break  his  heart  sometimes  but  he  does  well  to  keep  that  buried .     he  wishes  she’d  care  about  him  the  same  but  he’s  almost  certain  it’s  one  sided .

 does  not  like  dogs .     might  not  be  a  cat  person  either .     he’s  a  bird  person  (  literally  )  &  was  nearly  ripped  apart  by  the  farmer’s  dogs  the  day  maleficent  saved  him .     dogs  are  vile  &  vicious  bird  hunters  in  his  mind .

 he’s  not  extremely  literate .     while  diaval  can  speak  perfect  english ,  &  perhaps  some  irish  gaelic  being  as  that’s  where  he’s  from ,  reading  is  a  different  story .     he’s  learned  some  simple  words  but ,  mostly ,  diaval  has  hardly  any  reading  skills .     he  never  once  had  to  read  when  a  raven  nor  did  he  as  maleficent’s  servant ,  he  only  needed  to  listen .

 calling  him  a  crow  will  insult  him .     ravens  =/=  crows .     the  two  are  distantly  related  &  somewhat  similar  in  appearance  but  are  two  entirely  different  species  of  bird .     ravens  are ,  in  basic  differences ,  larger  &  their  call  is  more  a  squawking  sound  while  crows  are  smaller  &  have  more  of  a  caw  sound .     diaval  is  a  raven  &  you’ll  ruffle  his  metaphorical  feathers  if  you  call  him  a  crow !

 more  to  be  added  later  !